Tides out as you can see. Used to go out quite far in summer. In winter it came up over the wall when it was stormy just in front of my friends house. Along past the sailing club and up where i posted the pic from, you got it the most. Further you went to the right it didn't go anywhere near the wall.

That photo with the crepuscular rays on the clouds is incredible, Arran looks so pretty. Can't ever get streetview to work on my interweb connection, which is just as well as I'd be spending hours strolling down country lanes in like, Lamorna, if I could.

On a completely unrelated note, I have just realised that I've spent the past ages mistaking "codex" for "concordance" and I only just found out while trying to look up on wikipedia what "indexicality" actually means (approximately what I thought it meant, but it was still nice to know.)

I'm not sure why my mum would be bothered? I suspect, knowing her personality, she'd think it was rather laughable.

I don't know. It seems like a lot of people in rock n roll muck about with ~the occult~ just to be shocking and a bit weird, and some paranoid people within christianity take it all rather too seriously, but they strike me as the same kind of thinking level as conspiracy theorists. Hedonism and rock n roll are all intimately tied up together, hedonism and satanism are all tied up, ergo they are one and the same. But these are people who think that the Devil is an actual gentleman who walks around with red horns and a tail, rather than a metaphorical personification of evil, which is a much more complex topic.

It's strange, I have to admit I've always had a vague fascination with the occult - but the devil worshipping aspect of it (usually christian projection onto older nature cults) always just seemed silly.

Ed's on the bike forum mostly, don't know where Emsk is about. That reminds me, we were supposed to go on a walk to the Wittenham Lumps this weekend, but seeing as I've not heard from anyone since it was first mooted, I'm going to assume that's now not gonna happen? The internet was supposed to make it easier to keep in touch with people, but in many ways it's made it harder.

Also, random mindblowing etymological fact of the day: apparently Book comes from the same atymological root as Buche (German) meaning Beech! Books are not just made from trees, in a strange way, they *are* trees.

this is pretty sad, http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-glasgow-west-17128997 they will only get £30 for scrap value according to the guy on the news but i dont think it's been stolen to order as there's a lot of metal theft in Scotland just now. A statue of a miner in Moodiesburn was stolen about a week after it was put up.

Going to force myself to draw this afternoon, but I feel like I really should be researching for the Psychogeography Gang's walk this weekend. Like, are the Wittenham Lumps actually signature Capability Brown Clumps or are they overgrown Neolithic earthworks or something else?

They appear to have their own website! Or rather, a website dedicated to Paul Nash's paintings of them. I'm worried I might get obsessed.

I mainly lurk on here these days and find that there are a diminishing number of threads I want to post on, or even comprehend from their titles. And I no longer have the kind of job or the inclination to click on 'blue writing' I don't understand (perhaps sadly).

Very busy at the moment, lots of travel. Was in Chester yesterday and will be in Leeds and Bingley on Monday!

But yes, the walk is ON. Huzzah for Wittenham Lumps!

WCC, thanks for the Buche/Book thing. It solves a mystery for me. There is a kind of finch which is called Buchfink auf Deutsch and I was trying to figure out the connection twixt books and birds!

Between books and birds, no, but between birds and beeches, and beeches and books, yes! the link between books and the paper they are made from is strong in many languages - another analogue is codex as latin for book, and codex as latin for bole. (Though that confuses me as I think of a codex being vellum.) But yes, boring linguist is boring.

I don't know. I don't think that Facebook or Livejournal have hived off any more people since the Great Schism. (Well, 77 might play a role? I don't know, I'm not on it and never will be.) I think it's just natural attrition. That a messageboard is like a forest, that you have tall oaks like Ned and Dan who have been here since day one, and then you have an undergrowth of people who come, stay for a while, and move on when their work gets busy or they have babies or whatever. The thing is, in US ILX, there's a constant refreshing of the undergrowth. But UK ILX, the recolonisation has taken much more slowly. People have left and their footprint has not been replaced. Sorry for the forest metaphor, but this beechwood book I am reading is fascinating.

Whenever I complain about ILX and think that it's awful, well, spending a couple of weeks to a month on any other messageboard quickly cures me of that. It could be so much worse. I also get that tiredness when I look at new answers, and there's *nothing* I want to talk about. My answer to that is always, start new threads! But it's tiring when you try to coax a little thread into life and find that no one at all gives a shit about sea arches except you. But every now and then I see a thread which I started, and which sputtered and went out, creep back into the SNA and suddenly it catches fire for whatever reason, and then I've got people talking about that thing I wanted to talk about, back then.

But, you know, it's kind of a slog when SNA is all American television programs and American sports and American politics etc ad nauseum and it becomes reinforcing because maybe new British ppl don't stay because they think it offers nothing for them.

But this is all boring meta blah blah blah and I'd rather talk about beech trees and chaffinches.

But I suppose even a parchment codex looks in profile like a hunk of wood or the bole of a tree, even when they're not made from wood pulp.

But this book thought the link between beech/buche/book might be spurious, though it was supposed to have been associated with writing on bark. Maybe.

x-post did you see the Cornish LANDSLIP video that was posted last autumn? It wasn't actually a sea arch, but it was a massive amount of a Horse (the coastal rock formation not the beast) that dropped into the sea one stormy day!

After that "We'll take manhattan" Bailey/Shrimpton thing, I wondered what had happened to J. Apparently she had bought a hotel in Marazion and become a recluse. Which seemed odd because I then found a recent interview with photo, and I thought to myself "A bit rubbish at being a recluse". And then I realised, I'd actually seen her. I'd gone into a hotel in M to get drinks for the family, and I noticed an oldish lady, skinny, looked 'unfriendly', but wasn't. Again, not exactly 'reclusive'..

Oh, a "Horse" - erm, I don't know if that's the actual geological name, but there are lots of rock formations in Cornwall called like, The Horse or The Tobbin Horse etc and they're probably called that because, from certain angles, they do literally look like a horse. Or at least, a Horse's head, because they're sort of triangular with a bit sticking up at the head with a sharp angle at the sea edge and a longer angle like a horse's neck towards the land. They're promontories of land where the bits on either side have either been eroded away by the sea or mined away (or both) and then the top tilts and falls into the sea at an angle. I'll try to find a photo on my iPhone, or the web.

Blah. headache. I knew I shouldn't have drunk that leftover red wine last night.

Trying to figure out if I'm going to make it to Cornish class tonight. I didn't last week (my god, was that last week already?) because I let time get away from me. Dragging myself into London for an hour just seems like such a waste of time and money, no matter how much I enjoy the class.